Chapter 11 - Senna

A part of me knew that Jet's behavior was likely due to the proximity of my heat working with the mate bond between us. However, a much larger part of me heard his words. I felt that vow he'd made to me to protect me, and dammit, I didn't want to fight this anymore.

We were mates. We were. And I was ready to let myself be cared for and even…loved by this incredible alpha before me.

Moreover, I frankly adored how protective and possessive he was of me. I felt the same, after all. Even just thinking about the other female wolf talking to him, especially during my heat when my hormones were flaring, made a growl want to sneak out of me. I didn't have a proper growl like a shifter with their wolf, but I'd manage.

"Really?" My body hummed wherever Jet touched me. "You're really okay with…being a…family?"

Jet nuzzled into the crook of my neck, sniffing against my skin. I turned my face into his silver-white locks, breathing him in just as much. That leather and pine was all mine. I needed it on me, inside me.

"Yes, sweetness. Yes. You're mine. I want nothing more than to claim you, to watch you grow our pack."

The words made my pussy pound with need, my entire being crying out for him and every bit of what Jet could do to me. The wave that coursed through me now was softened by his presence, the wracking pain dulling as he sent out those incredible purrs.

This, this was what I had been missing all those years, and I wanted to scream through the sobs for not having my mate with me when he'd been here the entire time. I knew it wasn't Jet's fault. I understood the separation, what it would have meant if Terrance had found out about us, and I hated my former alpha all the more for it.

"I need to hear you say it, Jet." I rubbed against him, our fingers tangling in each other's hair. "You have to say it. The bond…it needs…"

My mind scrambled. Gods, how I need to touch him, feel him, and taste him. The surges were potent and clustered together now, making me moan low as the desire coursed through my veins. If he left now, if he didn't claim me, I'd surely die.

"I accept you, Omega. I claim you, Senna, as my mate, as mine."

A wash of euphoria melted over me; the last dredges of pain that lived in the center of my heart faded away into nothing. This was it. He was mine, and the true claiming was just around the corner.

Breathing in a ragged gasp, a sob spilled from my lips as I sagged into him. I pressed myself to Jet's body, wanting to smooth myself against every inch of that rumbling flesh.

"Fucking hell, sweetness. You smell so damn good." Jet kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear before pulling back enough to face me. "You need to let me breed you, Omega. I'm losing my damn mind."

The words were beyond flattering, and my chest swelled with pride over driving the powerful alpha to his knees with desire for me. It was, of course, mutual. If he asked it of me, I'd do anything right now to please him, to get him inside me.

A soft knock hit the wood just outside, and my attention snapped to it. Absolutely not. We can't be interrupted.

Jet didn't make a move to leave, however, only nodding gently. There was no further sound from outside, and I looked up at him, my eyes lidded as I stared at his full lips.

Gods, I want them on me.

"It's the food and water. It'll be there when we're finished."

That's right. I'd asked Jet for food. I couldn't care less about that right now, though.

"Great. Now," I pulled him closer, nuzzling myself into his neck and chest, "please, Jet. I need you."

A very different kind of growl rumbled out of him this time, and Jet's hands came to my face. He lifted me up to look at him. His green eyes raked over my face, almost like he was memorizing me. As the next crest of my heat brimmed to the surface, he rumbled stronger before crashing his lips against mine.

The kiss was searing hot, scorching my very soul with intensity and want. Everything we couldn't find the words for existed in that kiss. I felt his longing and his guilt and sorrow for not being there for me. I sensed his desire, a deep part of him aching to mate within an inch of my life. And damn, I wanted that, too.

On everything holy in this world, I'll never let him go.

Jet's tongue began to explore my mouth, slipping past the seam of my lips teasingly at first until he offered confident, earth-shattering strokes. The taste of him was pure power—rich, earthy, all-consuming.

The lingering discomfort of the heat was obliterated, and the pleasure that replaced it was like nothing I'd known before. I had entertained myself when I was given the occasion, though that was rare. Beyond those stolen moments, my only other sexual experience was with Jet that night he left.

This…this was so much better. And that time hadn't been too shabby. But there was something about mating him while in heat that took everything to a new level. My nerves were ultra-sensitive, feeling every flick of his tongue, every caress of his fingers.

Jet pulled back just enough so that he could murmur softly against my lips.

"Gods, sweetness. You taste like fucking sin and sunshine. I've wanted this for so damn long."

Stealing a kiss and nipping gently at his bottom lip, I shifted closer to him on the bed. The tips of my breasts behind Jet's sheet brushed across his chest, the tingling sensation going straight to my clit. Jet groaned low, the vibrations rumbling through me before he lowered his forehead to mine and sucked in a deep breath.

"I don't want to think about the past anymore, Jet. I want to be here. Right now. With you."

Jet brushed his thumb across my lip, and I saw a tiny smirk lift the corner of his mouth as he stared down my body.

"Are you going to wear that the entire time? Or do I finally get to see you?"

My heart soared as he stared at me with such desire and excitement. I wasn't a bombshell by any means, and the idea that he still wanted me, still thought I was attractive, felt very, verygood. And when the next wave of my heat hit, it just amplified how badly I wanted Jet, making my pussy weep for him.

Still, my brain wasn't quieting down. The swirl of self-loathing and lust made my head spin, and I needed to hear it again. I needed to hear him say he wanted this.

"Are you still sure? A wolfless, scrawny, bruised nobody? That's who you want as a mate?"

"Yes, sweetness," Jet whispered, his lips dancing across my pulse point and working their way down to my collarbones. "I want you. You are mine, and I am yours. Mated."

His fingers came to the edge of the sheet, where I clutched it to my breasts. This was it. He'd see me—naked. My free hand went to his face, holding him until he looked up at me.

"What, baby?"

An embarrassed smile made me chew my lip. "Would you…can I see you…first?"

He chuckled low, the sound easy and charming. Then his hands went to his boxers.

"Of course."

Jet struggled with them for a moment, having to basically stand up and then come back down before he tossed the boxers to the floor. My mouth fell open. I couldn't stop myself. He was…huge. I knew I'd done this before with him, even for just a few moments, but I was shocked that he even fit.

The straining erection was a beauty, and I scanned my eyes up his chiseled form. Jet smirked at me, his hands coming to my face to kiss me again. That taste of him, the way his kiss made it so incredibly clear how much he wanted me, eased the nervous tension firing up my spine.

I ducked down, looking at the sheet. "You're so gorgeous, Jet. I…okay."

"You don't have to rush yourself. I'm not going to—"

Dropping the sheet, I let the fabric fall in a graceful tumble to the bed, spilling around my thighs as I knelt before Jet. There was dead silence for a moment, and I worried my heart would pound itself right out of my chest.

"You have to say something. I'm…"

My words died off, but then an especially low rumble swam up from deep within Jet's chest. I could feel it cut across the air, that heated jolt of energy zipping through our mate bond flaring brighter. I nearly passed out from the splendor of it.

"Gods damn, Omega. You're…" Jet's fingers came to my neck, dragging down until he gently stroked past my hardened nipple, his touch feather-light. "Exquisite. My sweet Senna, you make my entire being burn with need."

Greater heat flared in my cheeks, but all I could do was smile. Jet was beyond beautiful—otherworldly and raw and masculine—and the fact that he wanted me, just as I was, poured gold into my cracks. It sealed me up, made me better, stronger.

I dipped my head down, nuzzling into his neck before working my kisses up his flesh to whisper in his ear.

"You are the first person I've even been with, Jet. I've never been touched aside from you. I've never been claimed, never mated, never even fooled around with another wolf."

Sitting back on my heels again, I met Jet's eyes, another surge powering through me and making my skin scream out for his touch.

"You'll be my only partner. First and last to have me."

Jet's possessive growl rumbled louder, and his eyes darkened. I shivered under the weight of his hungry stare, and then he was at my neck, playfully nipping. His hands slide past my sides, yanking me closer to him. Our bare flesh connected, and I felt more of that mate bond snap into place.

It was happening. This was happening, and Gods above did I need it more than I needed anything before.